Gun wears his alcoholism wellFinger in bottle and swingin' it stillFrom Bed to Sink and back againClock is crawlin' round the sameHe's bustin' clock (he hates its face)Just sittin' and talkin' to Heart and ticksTalkin' back to Clock in slow and studied kicksThe fears of Gun are the fears of everyoneFingers down the throat of loveFingers down the throat of loveFingers down the throat of loveLove! love!Gun does the waltz around the roomCollecting Table and Chairs and Sofa and so on and so onGun wears his best blue suit, now let's take to the sky«We'll go dancin' and eatin' it upGet a bottle and push it on down»And let's just beat it upTransistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely songSaying «Where she gone? Where she gone?»The fears of Gun are the fears of everyoneFingers down the throat of loveFingers down the throat of loveFingers down the throat of loveLove! love!